#i havent written like this in so long

[thathopelessromantic]

went into a fugue state this weekend and wrote 7k+ words of a st fic

[mrparable]

*cracks open google docs and it releases a cloud of dust*

[moonswolfie]

Kenma, suna, and tsukishima with a gf that loves to baby them? Like she loves dressing them up, dotes on them, and acts liek their parent sometimes? Thanx!

HELLO THERE EVERYONE

i return with a request and a new theme 😏 thank u so much for requesting🩵 i know i just changed my theme but i'm already making pinterest boards for new themes ITS JUST SO FUN!

in case you couldn't tell the reader is fem!

ALSO SUMMER HOLIDAYS!?!??! Its nice to finally be free...

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tsukishima Kei

"I'm worried about you, you know." you placed your head in your hands, leaning your elbows on the table. "Really, it should be the other way around. You don't know this even though it should be basic knowledge." Tsukishima sighed, ready to go over the biology lesson with you for the hundreth time already.

"Do you get enough sleep? Your eyebags are looking a little big lately. Do you eat enough? You look stressed. You always tell me you're fine, but-"

"I'm fine." Tsukishima brushed you off, looking back at the notebook.

"What are you pouting like a toddler for?" when he looked back up at you, he was seriously baffled by the similarity of your face to a little kid who got refused to eat candy. Though, maybe, just maybe, he finds it kind of cute. Maybe.

"We're done studying." you got up from the dining table, placing your hands on your hips. "You do realise I'm only doing this because you asked, right? And you're the one still struggling with this subject, last time I checked." he furrowed his brows slightly.

"I won't be able to study in peace until I see you sleeping peacefully in bed after a good meal. We can start with the sleep and I'll cook something later!" you were determined to take care of him now. Sometimes your boyfriend's aloof attitude towards his well being and towards everything in general makes you worry. Whenever he replies with a simple "I'm fine" you must dote on him for a bit. That's the rule.

It looked like he was weighing his choices for a brief moment before sighing and saying "Fine, just don't come crying when you fail this test tommorow."

"Yaaaay, I'll be up in your room, ready to tuck you in!" you pecked his lips, spun around on your heels and ran upstairs to his room.

Tsukishima sighed, closing his notebook. When he looked to the doorway, his mom was standing there and smiling at him. He immediately tensed up, worrying about just how much of your conversation she heard.

"You know, your girlfriend would make a good mom. I'm just saying." Tsukishima's mom smiled at her son cheekily. He hid his face, not moving for a good thirty seconds before practically sprinting to his room.

He never did tell you why he looked so red upon arriving in his room.

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Suna Rintaro

"Is all of this really neccessary?" Suna raised one of his perfect brows when you placed another shirt in his arms. You took him out for a shopping trip today. Your shopping trips always end with him walking out the mall with a whole new closet instead of the other way around.

He always insists that he doesn't need new clothes or much of anything, but you always end up convincing him into a mall trip. You spoil him rotten, to be honest. Not that he minds.

"Yeah, how else am I going to keep you well-dressed?" you urged him to the dressing room just so you can clap excitedly at every outfit he puts on and models for you. He already looks like one, so why not take advantage of that, right?

"Okay, whatever you say, babe." Suna rolled his eyes playfully and walked into the changing room. You were squealing excitedly at each outfit he appeared in from behind the curtain like a crazy fangirl.

He didn't seem too enthusiastic about some of the outfits which made you sad but for the most part, you had loads of fun. He was taking a while with the last outfit, though. And you were probably overreacting, but you got worried.

You just can't help but worry for your boyfriend sometimes, even if it is unwarranted. It's kind of your thing. One time he accidentally cut his finger and you spent every moment together with him pressing get better kisses on it. You made sure he changed the bandaid every day, too. You were comically worried about him being able to attend volleyball practice. And that's just one of the examples.

So you pulled back the curtain.

"A little privacy, please?" Your boyfriend was standing in the changing room in all of his shirtless glory. You never really thought about it until now, but Suna is fit. You suppose it makes sense, considering he plays volleyball, but still. He was smiling at you cheekily, probably amused by how dumbfounded you look right now.

"I... um, it's... I was just worried about you! And put your shirt back on, you'll catch a cold!" You don't think you've ever closed a curtain as fast before.

You could hear Suna laugh to himself behind the curtain. "Sure, sure, mom. But I think you were just trying to be a little sneaky."

Well, you still ended up spoiling your boyfriend with new clothes that day, but you ended up with an accidental gift of your own, too. Maybe being a worrywart isn't that bad sometimes.

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Kozume Kenma

"Um, I can eat on my own..." Kenma gently pushed away your hand, which was holding food to his mouth.

"Oh, we both know you wouldn't eat at all if I didn't hand feed you. You seriously need to lay off the videogames sometimes." You playfully rolled your eyes, putting the piece of food back to his mouth. He sighed with exasperation and begrudgingly ate the piece of food.

"And besides, you know how much I love spoiling you. I can't resist when you're just... too cute." you pulled on his cheek like an overly excited grandma.

The thing about Kenma is, he hates that he likes being babied by you. When his mom used to do it, he found it overbearing and annoying, but when you hand feed him, it kind of feels comforting. Then again though, he can't focus on the videogame because of that. So that's why he hates it.

"I could go without the... ugh." Kenma was just about to beat the level, but you placing another piece of food in front of his face distracted him for just a moment, which made him get a game over.

"Oh..." you stared at the game over screen, suddenly feeling bad for being a distraction. You just can't help but want to baby him whenever you're with him. He doesn't exactly make it hard for you with the way he blushes and gets all embarrased every single time.

"Well then, I was just thinking you played enough videogames today. I propose we do something else." you pulled on Kenma's arm and he protested by giving you one of his iconic scowls.

"You'll get wrinkles if you frown too much." you reminded him with a gentle smile. He mumbled something you couldn't quite catch under his breath and reached for the controller.

"Oh no. No you don't." you tackled Kenma before he could do anything else. You know, if he wasn't so damn flustered right now, he would have been seriously mad. But when you smile at him like that, it's like his anger decides to get up and leave.

"Would you... umm, mind getting off me?" he was worried that he might overheat like his dad's poor laptop which he forced to run videogames far beyond its capabilities. Now he feels bad for that old thing.

"Only if you promise that we go for a little walk outside." he grumbled at first but ended up agreeing after you gave him a little kiss on the cheek as encouragement.

[wiseatom]

and if i said i had something non-acswy related dropping with the vague timeline of “soon,” then what.

[kevinsdsy]

jas i just had a vision you know those celebrity puppy interviews (these ones if you're not familiar) basically they just ask people questions but let them sit and play with puppies while they answer and ALL i'm saying is like. when the erc is trying to stir up hype for the US exy team before the olympics they like. send some of the players to go do puppy interviews i'm thinking like kevin jeremy and jean in one and andrew and neil in another please this is ALL i can think about rn

THIS IS SO CUTEE AHHH I LOVE THE PUPPY INTERVIEWS SO MUCH BECAUSE EVERYONE ALWAYS SEEM SO DISTRACTED (and they’re so real for that because i would be too).

kevin x jeremy x jean doing a puppy interview together is EVERYTHING to me— jeremy goes on a whole rant about how he always wanted a dog, but something would always be in the way of it. by the end of the interview he gets so attached to one of the puppies so he takes the puppy with him to his next interview too (the way tom holland did a few years ago LMAO i think about that moment a lot).

kevin answers all the questions really professionally while keeping a puppy in his lap and at some point he makes place for another one in his lap too.

both jean and kevin keep their composure through the interview though and they’re at least not as distracted as jeremy since jeremy keeps forgetting he’s supposed to be answering questions and jean keeps to have nudging him to get him to focus on the questions.

i imagine andrew going into the interview saying “i’m more of a cat person myself” before they let out the puppies and he’s determined to keep his ‘bored/doesn’t care about interviews’ image up but then he kind of forgets about the camera and he keeps trying to break up a fight between two of the puppies and he’s scolding them and neil just lets him while literally letting a puppy rest on his shoulder and making sure his hand is holding the puppy at all times so they don’t have to witness a scene where the puppy accidentally drops to the floor

and yeahhh i’m just thinking about this really hard now omg you always come into my inbox with my favourite things omg

[hedwig221b]

Thinking about my wip

[kratenz]

Hi! I was wondering if you could maybe write some Harlan x gn!reader? Not forced of course!

ofcourse! thank you so much for requesting. this, in short, is the morning after with harlan.

judging by the state of things, it had been a night, for sure.

you woke up groggy and dazed, slowly peeling your eyes open in pure exhaustion. you know you didnt drink anything— you were never the type to— but the sunlight cascading through the blinds still gave you a slight headache. actually, upon second thought, that would make sense. you hadnt woken up with the morning sun in ages.

you had a slight habit of staying up late, and therefor waking up late aswell. so it would make sense for you to feel groggy when, for the first time in a while, you woke up at— you check the clock— 7 am. dear god.

theres a blissful, peaceful silence in your head for a mere moment as the fog of sleep once again attempted its siege of your brain, calming and relaxing...

but then you remember. you have an alarm clock. this one has roman numerals. and you dont have these blinds either, your bedsheets are not this colour... and all of a sudden you see the clothes strewn across the floor. oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. for a second your brain and heart turn into overdrive, a sharp intake of breath as you wildly look around where you were, who you were with.

you get shaken out of your thoughts by an arm being lazily draped across your chest, a sleepy, comforting voice accompanying the gesture. "g'mornin, toots. god its so early..." and at that moment, a part of you feels safe. you roll over to see bright blue eyes staring at you, safe for the occasional sleepy just-woke-up blink. a slight smirk played on his face, boxy features looking so soft and squishy and nice...

"goodmorning." you utter out, bewitched. partially by the man in front of you— or, eh, well, laying beside you, but also because memories of last night started replaying in your head like an old videotape. "goodmorning, harlan." the 'you look so handsome' goes unsaid. you think he knows that you wanted to say it, anyway.

the frankly evil smile grows even wider, almost dopey, as harlan reaches out; a ruffle of sheets, a small shriek from you, and suddenly you were laying ontop of his chest. smiling. like an idiot.

"do you really think i was going to let you go after last night?" then, after a beat, "youre beautiful."

[3l91]

bkak confession thoughts.

this is mostly my impression / hc but i do think that bokuto would have been the one to confess to akaashi. in my mind it would take akaashi a long time to come around to the fact that his feelings towards bokuto have grown into romantic interest due to his own admiration towards bokuto, so unless he was made to examine his feelings (via a confession), he probably wouldn’t think about them that way on his own

it’s similar to the feeling one has towards a celebrity crush, where you may think someone looks attractive or have a heavy admiration towards them but they’re so far removed from you, personally, that you don’t really think about your feelings seriously

except bokuto is not a celebrity, he’s someone within close proximity to akaashi, and when he finally confesses to him, akaashi buffers for like 5minutes because all of a sudden he's thinking back on all those nights he spent staring up at the ceiling thinking about bokuto and realizing oh ..........................................!

and on bokuto's end i can see him wanting to confess the second he realized his feelings but the other 3rd years probably told him to slooooow down!!! theyre in the gc and konoha is trying to tell him to Stop and Think do you even know if akaashi is interested in anyone else do you even know if he likes boys etc etc etc you have to be strategic!!!

and because he's never done this before (my personal take, i see him as too busy to have focused on much else besides Sports-) bokuto is like okay !!! and it's like a weeks long process of trying to figure out whether or not akaashi is even single or would even react well to the idea of being in a relationship In General

which means that prior to the actual confession bokuto was probably dropping extremely heavy hints and akaashi didn't pick up on them for what they were because he was too busy trying to puzzle out bokuto's newest peculiarities

and at first it was probably a little discouraging until bokuto finally had enough!!

because even though he knows showing restraint and testing the waters and whatever else advice he was being fed were given out of care, this is akaashi they're dealing with, he should just be straightforward like he always is with akaashi!!

and so he says it and it's simple and to the point - I like you.

and akaashi just Looks At Him For Several Minutes and bokuto is giving him time to process even though part of him is like maybe i shouldn't have said that after all oh no

but when akaashi finally answers it's equally straightforward, without any hesitation in his voice.

I like you too.

and they realize how easy it was for them to say it, because it's something that's been true for a long time and - 😊.... i need to get back to work i fear

[cumforts69]

how would you guys feel if i wrote a Liushen vampire AU....

[monpalace]

Twilight is an attentive lover, but he's most used to the affections shared between couples in Ordon— whether he's with the other Links or not. He's always willing to change something he's doing for his significant other so long as it's within his moral values.

Dates are strange if you can excuse his dislike for sitting in fancy restaurants and being crowded around others. He prefers going on walks in towns or (preferably) a forest due to his more rural upbringing.

He prefers using nicknames as opposed to his significant other's name. Doll, sweetheart, and beau are some of his favorites, but he has a much more expansive list. On the off chance he does use their real name, it's likely to call their attention or show his displeasure.

Between being a rancher, the (one of) Goddesses’ Chosen Hero(es), entertaining Ordon’s children, and trekking throughout all eras of Hyrule; Twilight has quite a busy schedule.

The most downtime he has is between past sundown and a few hours before sunup. He knows his significant other might not have the same schedule as him, so he always offers to bring them along with him. He rarely asks them to assist in anything he has to do, not wanting them to get their hands dirty regardless of if they do similar work.

Twilight is just like his (great?) grandfather in terms of being a gentleman. He'll open doors, offer his hand when getting off something or over puddles, and stand behind them when going up stairs regardless of if they're bigger or smaller than him.

Unlike a few other Links, Twilight is the type of lover to walk on the side of the road where all the horses and carriages are, gently pulling his significant other to the side where the danger isn't.

(Wind and Wild are the types to pull someone into the middle of the road with them while traffic is high.)

Twilight isn't the best gift giver and it's a fact he's very aware of. He prefers acts of service, quality time, and physical touch when it comes to giving his significant other a love language. In return, he doesn't quite care which one he receives given his lack of experience in relationships, though any of them are enough to make him flustered.

He loves public displays of affection when he's around the other Links or anyone from Ordon— the issue comes up when it's around anyone with a noble background. He knows he saved his Hyrule, but royalty always makes him nervous. An easy workaround for him is to completely avoid any event he's invited to, but he's easily persuaded into joining.

You can feel Twilight's hands become clammy beneath the gloves he wore. He tries to inconspicuously wipe them off on his button-up, the lace of the collar and the way your arm looped through his made it look more awkward than he intended.

I hate this, he signs as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. I don't know why you talked me into this.

Ignoring his words, you fix the tie that lay between the lace, eyes just barely sliding over the nobility of Hyrule that surrounded you. “Relax,” you respond in a hushed whisper, placing a hand on his rigid back, “they're Hylians, not Bokoblins. They won't eat you.”

Almost against his will, Twilight’s spine begins to curve when you pull away. The arm that held onto his moves to instead grab hold of his hold, pulling him through the conversing crowd to one of the less populated hallways.

The air was less suffocating to him, thankfully, but his muscles still ached from his stiffness.

Twilight has to clear his throat to remove the wavering feeling from it. “You don't think they’ll talk?” His voice was low, almost a murmur of fear. “Do I look fine? Do you think they think I look fine? Is my—”

You shush him by placing a hand on the nape of his neck, carefully minding his slicked hair, and pulling him closer so he could be level. “They don't care,” you hum. You press a kiss to his cheek, ignoring how he chases after you pull away. “They really don't,” you reiterate, “just calm down and act somewhat natural.”

“Do we have to go back?”

“Yes.”

Twilight's mood quickly dampens once more.

(So much for the Hero of Courage.)

[nivea-ah]

wanted some post canon tddk so I wrote it 😍

.................................

Izuku slumped onto the couch, hand holding a glass filled with some pink drink that Ochako had pushed into his hand. He sniffed it. It smelt fine.

Shouto came down to sit beside him and Izuku immediately smiled. "Are you not going to be drinking this?" he asked, pointing to the sparkling pink drink.

Shouto made a face and Izuku's smile widened even more. He knew that Shouto was a lightweight. It was still fun to tease him.

"I saw Kaminari walk in with three different bottles earlier and I do not want to try any," Shouto said. "And," Shouto started a little shyly, "I should be asking this while sober."

Izuku turned to look at Shouto who looked a little nervous. "What is it?" he asked.

Shouto rested his head on the headrest, his head still turned towards Izuku so, Izuku mimicked his movement until both their heads were resting against the plush fabric of the couch and facing against each other.

"I was going to ask you much earlier but Bakugou had decided we make you a suit, so I'd waited until it was ready," Shouto said, all while holding eye contact. Izuku nodded, prodding him to continue.

Shouto smiled. "Would you start a hero agency with me?"

Izuku jerked forward in surprise and sloshed some of the pink drink onto his hand. He placed the glass on a nearby table, embarrassed, before going back to staring in shock at Shouto.

"You want to start an agency with 𝘮𝘦?"

Shouto flushed. "Well, of course, if you don't want to, I don't mind at all. But, yes, I'd love to start an agency with you."

Izuku shook his head vigorously. "No, I'd love that, too! But, aren't you worried that I became a hero just a week ago and am still a teacher?"

Shouto looked at him quizzically. "You've always been a hero," Shouto said and Izuku couldn't help but feel his cheeks flush with warmth. "And," Shouto continued, "you being a teacher isn't trouble at all. I think it's for the better. I don't know many rules. Even if I did, I might end up breaking them."

Izuku is suddenly reminded of Hosu from years ago, of them breaking a law and if Shouto immediately going to fight with the head of the police department. It wasn't a pleasant memory but, it still brought a smile to his face.

"Also," Shouto said, "your suit looks very nice. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 look very nice."

Izuku let out a startled laugh. "Are we trying flattery now?" he asked Shouto, who was grinning freely at him.

"Yes," Shouto replied. "Is it working?"

"Maybe," Izuku lied, because it was 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 working. He looked over at Shouto, who was looking at him with such a soft look that Izuku knew that he could never deny him.

"Okay," Izuku agreed.

Shouto looked at him, surprised. "Okay?"

Izuku smiled. "Okay."

[diazheartsbuckley]

🏫🏫🏫 :)

Hi! 💗

🏫(College professor x student AU)

Accidentally switched this around, this is actually 🎓 (which can be found here)

Despite loving his job, Eddie was ready to quit about 20 minutes into his first lecture with Evan "Buck" Buckley seated in the front row. The younger man had bright blue, almost beaming eyes, slightly tussled sandy blonde hair and apparently no shame, because he was wearing a light pink cropped t-shirt and dark blue jeans that hugged his ass just a little too tightly. Normally, Eddie didn't care what his students wore to his classes unless it was disrespectful or discriminatory, but he didn't know how to categorize this one. Across Buck's chest, the phrase, "use me" was written in black cursive letters and Eddie couldn't even argue against it without making it too obvious. Because not even three weeks earlier, Buck had been in his bed, riding him and gripping onto his skin like it would the last time he ever had sex. They hadn't exactly left much time for talking when they met in a bar at 1 am, Buck seemingly having lost his friends. Which Eddie later learned was a ploy to get him to go home with the younger man. And it had worked perfectly. So suddenly seeing him in the front row, looking as good, if not better, than the day they met, threw him off and he had to clear his throat as he did the first roll-call of the year. And Buck was smiling at him innocently, very clearly playing coy but as soon as he opened his mouth to answer Eddie's question, he was far from it. He was well-versed in English Literature and didn't take no for an answer. And it annoyed Eddie to no end. At the end of the class, Eddie dropped down in his chair with a heavy thud, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to his students gathering their things and shuffling out of the lecture hall. When a set of hands made its way onto his desk, Eddie recognized them a little too quickly because he had spent some time memorizing how they looked resting on his thighs as Buck had given him the most enthusiastic blowjob of his life. "I didn't know that you were a professor," Buck said as he let the tip of his tongue trace along his lower lip, Eddie unable to keep his eyes from following it. "I think-... that's kind of sexy" Buck moved his hand across the table to touch the professor. "I can't-... I can't do this. I could get fired if anyone ever found out" Eddie shot up from his seat, almost making his chair tilt backwards. Eddie wasn't sure what the reaction on Buck's face was but he narrowed it down to pride mixed with a sense of arousal. "Then let's make sure we aren't caught"

Make me write 🥰

[nyoomfruits]

could you do 16“Look, I care about you, alright? Quite a bit, I’m afraid.” + landoscar for the prompt thing?

16. “Look, I care about you, alright? Quite a bit, I’m afraid.”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Oscar says, appearing in the doorway of Lando’s drivers room.

“Jesus,” Lando says, grabbing his chest, startled. “Warn a guy, will you?”

Oscar raises an eyebrow. “And give you a chance to hide from me again? Absolutely not.” He tries to play it as a joke, but it falls a little flat, a sharp edge to his tone. He’s already changed out of his race suit, wearing a Mclaren polo and those god awful shorts he would wear even in winter probably. Lando shivers just looking at him.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Lando says, turning his back to Oscar and moving a hoodie from the left to the right side of the couch just to give himself something to do. “I’ve just. I’ve been busy.”

“Right,” Oscar says, voice flat. “And you just happened to get busy right after I asked you out on a date? Because you’ve had no problem finding time for me when it was just fucking.”

Lando chokes on his own spit, coughing loudly, and Oscar sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “Sorry, sorry, that was. I’m sorry. I just. I thought we were on the same page here? I just, there were some moments, where I thought, maybe? And if I’m wrong, and I overstepped a line, please tell me. But if there’s a chance…” Oscar trails off, looks at the ground, probably to hide the blush that’s appeared on his cheeks.

“Look, Oscar,” Lando starts, taking a step closer. “I care about you, alright? Quite a bit, I’m afraid. So you’re not wrong, in that regard. But I can’t… We can’t.”

Oscar looks up. “Why not?” He asks. Quiet, soft.

Hopeful.

“Because!” Lando says, throwing up his arms. “I’m not letting this ruin us! I’m not going to do a, I don’t know. Nico and Lewis with you, where we fight for the title and the shit gets bad and you retire after winning your WDC and we never talk again and you just give me long wistful looks as you interview me in the paddock!”

There’s a pause, where Oscar just blinks at him. “Wait, why are you the seven time world champion in this scenario?” He eventually asks.

Lando lets out a strangled cry and falls back on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just. We’re not Nico and Lewis,” Oscar says, like it’s that simple.

“But we could be,” Lando says, and he hates how easy it would be, to give in. To pull Oscar on the couch on top of him, to kiss him. To take him on dates, to call him his boyfriend. Oscar is everything he never knew he even wanted. Never knew he needed. “I care about you,” he says, voice quiet, small. He hopes Oscar gets what he means.

I care about you. I care about you so much I would rather let you go then wait around long enough for me to ruin you.

“I care about you, too,” Oscar says. “Which is why I think we should at least get to try.” He’s so goddamn unflappable, still standing there in the doorway of Lando’s drivers room looking completely unbothered and uncaring, but the fact that he’s here, that he’s arguing Lando on this is proof enough that he does care. That he’s willing to fight for Lando. Fight for them.

And maybe, maybe it’s all going down in flames. Maybe they will crash and burn and never speak to each other again.

But maybe, Lando can get off the couch, let himself fall into the soft embrace of Oscar’s arms, let himself be kissed, go on that goddamned date.  

Maybe, just maybe, they could try.

Oscar is still standing there, patient and calm and yet so stubborn and Lando thinks fuck it.

He gets off the couch.

[ghost-maya]

Words: 6,977

Chapters: 1/2

Rating: Teen & Up

Relationships: Zoro/Sanji

My (very) late secret santa fic I wrote for @spitvana! The prompt I went with was "falling in love through a ttrpg"; this is my incredibly meta take on that.

Click "keep reading" for the summary:

“So, Mosshead, what d’ya say? Wanna ditch this party and get outta here?” Sanji winked at Zoro, giving him his best winning smile, making sure the camera got it too. The green-haired oaf sitting across the table grimaced, swallowing, and if Sanji didn’t know any better he could have sworn the guy blushed. Usopp gave him a thumbs up. Zoro rolled his eyes. “Sure, cook.” Tacky. But it would do. “Lead the way.” . Vivi, a seasoned dungeon master, decided to start a pirate-themed DND podcast called 'One Piece'. Sanji easily agreed to join, along with Vivi's new girlfriend and her friends. Unfortunately for him, that included a rather attractive green-haired kendo champion. In the game, Sanji's attempts to seduce NPCs were becoming ever-futile. With such horrible luck, he jokingly quipped that it wouldn't even matter if he tried to seduce Zoro. Naturally, he managed to roll a nat 20, kicking off his and Zoro's turbulent in game relationship. Too bad real life wasn't nearly that simple.

[sukugo]

sukuna and gojo use binding vows for sex, taking things like orgasm denials or touch deprivation steps further, where the other is contractually bound to not be able to do certain things, like touch themselves or touch the other etc etc 

one such instance being a vow where gojo has a vibrator up his ass, but he can't touch himself or remove it, until sukuna specifically, pulls it out.  

he keeps the vibe in throughout the day, with sukuna controlling it remotely, even as they both go throughout their separate days.  

gojo goes to have his usual breakfast, and meets yuuji at the dining room, they greet and sit next to each other. yuuji is, as always, energetic and excited to see him 

they make conversation, until gojo gives a jolt and starts twitching and huffing. sukuna has turned the vibrator up all the way. yuuji worries and panics and asks him what's wrong. gojo gives a breathy laugh and reassures him. he motions low and tells yuuji about the vibrator inside him, through sudden jolts and soft whimpers.  

satoru complains about it, and yuuji advices to remove it or go and take care of himself.  

except gojo states that he can’t and yuuji puzzles.  

"it's... a pact—mmh!" 

"a pact???" yuuji's voice rises in volume, but he visibly calms, shoulders dropping into a fond sigh. "sensei, you really are..." that's all he can manage to say. reprimand is useless. gojo likes it, yuuji is well aware, he is enjoying every second of this, even as he complains.  

gojo gives a few odd jolts, undoubtedly an odd pattern of intensity from the vibe, yuuji can guess. sudden irregular ups and downs that are not taken well by the man.  

satoru clicks his tongue. "what is that guy doing?" he actually looks irritated for a moment—a look yuuji doesn’t get to see often—until it’s broken with a sigh and his pleased, calm demeanor returns, mimicking the soft waves of pleasure across his thighs. 

still, yuuji can see his hands crumpled at his sides, undoubtedly wishing to use them.  

that's when satoru perks flares up all of a sudden.  

"actually, yuuji,” he turns to look at him, grinning. “you can help me" he opens his legs and lifts the edges of his kimono, his dick peeking out the fabric. yuuji gulps at the sight. satoru motions to it, giving yuuji a wordless look. yuuji hesitates for a moment, but complies, taking his hand to the cock, and starts stroking. 

satoru crumbles under the touch, immediately breathing out his nose and muffling moans. he leans into yuuji, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, fingers clasped in yuuji's kimono, nuzzling into his hair and whining in his ear.  

satoru's sounds fluctuate in pitch and volume, making it known when his vibe's gotten stronger. yuuji keeps his pace and satoru spills in his hand. he twitches and sighs, soft breaths against yuuji's flushed ear. 

yuuji stares at the cum in his hand.  

"you can wipe it on me,” satoru tells him with a breath that's calmed much too fast. “my clothes are already soiled anyways". and yuuji feels bad for it, but he obeys nonetheless.  

satoru takes a hand to yuuji's chin and turns his face to him and gives him a kiss. short and sweet.  

"as a reward." he smiles at yuuji. the boy surprises but takes it happily, cheeks warm and eyes softened, albeit a bit timidly. a tinge of disappointment colors the edges of his face. 

"you want more?" satoru brings his face to yuuji's again. the vibrations have reached a slight plateau, so his voice is steadier.  

yuuji’s face widens a bit, but he nervously chuckles, pulling back from gojo's face. "no, it's alright," he lies. "i don't want sukuna to kill me" 

but satoru’s already pulling into him, breathing into his lips. "i won't let him <3"

"that's...actually reassuring......" yuuji’s eyes flutter shut as satoru's lips meet his again.  

and with that, they're kissing and slowly the vibrations and gojo’s twitching start again. satoru moves atop yuuji's lap to straddle him, and while they kiss, yuuji takes his hand between them and jerks him off again. satoru moans and gasps into his mouth, each jolt mirroring the pulses against his prostate.  

they separate for gojo to bury his face in yuuji's shoulders, arms hugging his neck. he humps into yuuji's hand until he comes against him again. 

he pants and huffs atop the boy, catching his breath. yuuji's gentle arms hold him, fingers rubbing slow circles at his back.  

satoru's breathing calms against yuuji’s neck. 

"yuuji, u're such a good boy."  

yuuji's heart and dick swell. 

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I've been sitting on this for a while because I'm not usually one for writing out my thoughts on characters in media that I like but honestly I need to yell about just how much I love Wriothesley as a character and how his story is written.

Don't get me wrong, I love Scaramouche, and I love his story arc, but there's something about this absolutely horrific past that Wriothesley grew up in and despite everything that should have made him a bitter person, he's so selfless. Selfless to the point of completely overturning a system that had been working in it's own horrific manner for hundreds of years as a teenager/young adult in order to make it better and actively work on fixing people, not just let them fall between the cracks of a society that sent them away to be forgotten.

Putting this under a read more because I'm going to yell about this a lot.

When we're first learning about Wriothesley we're introduced to the fact that he was an orphan. This brings up questions to start with; how was he first orphaned? By the sounds of things he wasn't willingly given away to the foster family that he ended up living with, he was on the streets or at the very least was on his own for a time before he ended up there. The first thing that my mind goes to is that this means either his parents abandoned him or they died/were killed, which may also be the reason he seemingly was desensitized to death as a kid - I'll get to that point later, it's important.

Just how long he was on the streets before he was taken in by his foster family isn't mentioned, but I'd expect it was at least a year or so, just from some context clues we got from both his story quest and his character stories that you unlock with friendship. When in his foster home, things were supposedly a picture perfect family, a dollhouse where people looking in would only see the perfect picture but as soon as curtains closed it was something very different.

Households like that are traumatising, it's no wonder that Wriothesley's ability to trust in people is shot. The people who were supposed to care for him after promising a good life were nothing but a front and in his eyes he once more was on his own. For a child to decide to willingly orphan themselves a second time is so taxing on the mind, I could only imagine the stress he would've been under.

But what really gets me is the fact that he eventually came to the conclusion that in order to stop the cycle of picking up kids and selling them off to the highest bidder and killing the ones that didn't sell, Wriothesley didn't think about contacting gardes, didn't go to anyone else about it, he took matters into his own hands.

Not just that, but that he had to kill them.

It takes a lot for someone to work themselves up into killing another person. If you've never taken a life before, most people will hesitate, they'll be sick, or they'll completely shut down and remove themselves mentally from the situation, there's a very visceral reaction that happens in the human brain when you're pushed so far into stress responses that you'll take another life, and this was a teenager. This is why I feel like he would've been desensitized to death or at the very least gruesome scenes like this from a much younger age.

One can only wonder just what was going through his mind during the time he was away, taking the odd jobs to create that first prototype of his gauntlets that he used to shoot nails at his parents. It may not be as personal as taking a knife to someone, but using a nailgun is a bloody affair, the wounds needed to make that fatal are grievous if done by an inexperienced hand. And from what we're told in the character story, it sounds like his parents fought back, hard enough that it very nearly killed Wriothesley as well.

It makes me wonder just what he was thinking, or feeling in that moment, was it fear? Anger? A mix of many things? Or was he simply numb to it until he woke up in the hospital bed later? From what we hear in his tone during the story quest, he sounds apathetic about retelling the story, but that could be a result of trying to compartmentalize the renewed trauma that was rekindled thanks to the gem he touched.

And the trial, lets not forget that. On the day he wakes up from his injuries, he's served papers to face in court, and given a timeline for his recovery. The character story says the trial went with little fanfare and that he accepted the charges with little to no protest, it makes me think about just what could've gone through his head during the time he was recovering.

Wriothesley states that he knew he was guilty in the eyes of the law, and that his methods were extreme and he knows that. Because he survived his injuries when he expected to die from them, it makes me think that he knew he would be going to the Fortress of Meropide once he got to the trial. Given how much of a lawless land the Fortress was back then, I wonder if this was Wriothesley's own way of putting himself back into the hands of fate again, or maybe in some way, taking it back into his own hands.

Character Story 2 and his Vision story tells us more about his time in Meropide before taking it over, and how chaotic it sounded. He arrived in the Fortress and found his Vision in his pockets when being processed, and the first thing he's told is "hide it well". This was the only warning he got from anyone about how life in the Fortress was at that time, and he took that to heart in order to not lose anything precious to him.

Meropide was a place you could pay for someone to die in back then, among other things like drugs and probably far more things that Hoyoverse wouldn't mention for the sake of keeping things PG. It certainly doesn't seem like a place a teenager would be safe in and yet despite all odds, Wriothesley thrived and amassed a massive collection of credit coupons in order to make his name known.

It doesn't say much about what a feat that is, especially the line where it mentions that he amassed more coupons than anyone else in the Fortress combined. He figured out how the place ticked and made it sing to his own tempo instead of simply falling in line, that's such an impressive feat for anyone to do, let alone someone who would've had to fight tooth and nail to even get the respect needed for people to see him with as much power as he seemed to gain by the time he took over.

When he challenged the former administrator to a duel, the story mentions how Wriothesley was saved from having to get another person’s blood on his hands because he fled from the Fortress instead of showing up. And sure we could gloss over this as he was glad about not needing to fight him in the end, but this also implies that if the fight had've gone on instead of what happened, Wriothesley would've either beaten that man within an inch of his life or taken it. He would've taken another life for the sake of other people, once again.

This is something I've noticed is a theme with Wriothesley. He has either little regard for or at the very least places his own safety below others, so long as it's doing what he thinks is right or protects other people. During his story quest when he's being shot at, Wriothesley does little to protect himself aside from some minimal protection with his cryo vision against the bullets shot at him, but the moment that the gun is turned to the Traveler, he spent absolutely no time in very nearly killing Dougier (if the Traveler hadn't been there, I think there would've been a 75%-85% chance that he would've killed Dougier) and putting him in his place.

We see this again with the Archon quest where Wriothesley and Clorinde fight back the Primordial Sea. He spend his own safety and energy icing over the doors in order to save people in the Fortress from the Primordial Sea until Neuvillette could get there, at the risk of his own safety and very nearly getting trapped and dissolved by the waters.

That's not even taking into consideration the work he did on the Wingalet. We saw so little of it in the 4.2 Archon Quest, I was almost disappointed, but the fact that instead of staying idle about the prophecy, he spent so much time and energy making a ship like that and keeping it a secret from most parties until the time came all for the reason of saving as many Fontainians as possible just kills me.

Wriothesley has been through so much, and instead of that horrible backstory and all that trauma turning him into a bitter and hateful person, he instead uses it to give others a better life than he had just crushes me. He took over Meropide and reformed it into a place where not only does it help people now, but is such a nice place to be that inmates want to stay afterwards warms my heart. Like, for sure there's the fact that people staying down there reintegrating into society would be a challenge but I love the fact that there's even the choice to stay down there after the term is over instead of simply turning people lose and risking them returning back down after repeating crimes.

Anyway what I'm trying to get at here is that Wriothesley is such a well written character and I want Hoyoverse to give us more characters like this. I'm rambling way too much and I'm sure like 80% is incoherent bullshit but I needed to get my feelings off my chest about this lol.

If you made it this far thanks for putting up with my rambling LMAO.